O'Hara's first full-length album in 14 years is exactly what you might expect: a balance of gorgeous country torch songs and jazz vocal improvs. Her goose-pimply voice is as captivating and elastic as it always was, justifying every superlative cast her way during her prolonged absence. Credit must be shared with two of her long-time collaborators -- ace guitarist/engineer Rusty McCarthy and the dexterous drumming of Mike Sloski, who match O'Hara's brilliance every step of the way. The more straightforward songs -- twilight torch, blues shuffles, Cajun romps -- stand up to any of the Miss America classics, while her otherworldly vocal excursions occasionally place her closer to Mike Patton than Patsy Cline. Creating outside of any massive expectations -- from a record company, her cult audience or O'Hara herself -- she sounds relaxed and confident in what appear to be one-take performances. More than anything else, this album's flawless spontaneity is an encouraging chapter in O'Hara's non-prolific career.